Discovering Rumi

I honestly don't have words on this one. It's more like a pain in my chest.

The Portrait

She sits demurely. Her dress silent. The shadow of its ruffling movement spills upon the floor waiting.

Butter Letters

I have that buttered-faced look; that place where words are like butter that won’t melt in my mouth.

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Soft Lullaby

A summer freeze.
A winter breeze.

Little Singing Bird

One little bird, singing in the sand.
A paintbrush jumps in, to paint the melody.

Dark Places

I used to think these places were something to dread and avoid.

Me-Me

Memes of motivation.
Curious and curvaceous shoulders.

Spilling Over

Her laugh is like a roar as her foam wraps about my legs and spills over my feet.